Creative Writing: The Huberman

“Do let us go downstairs,” I pleaded to John. “There are such pretty rooms there.”

Sunshine was pouring out from in between the buildings, casting shadows all around Ponyboy and the gang as they walked to Pony’s school. They were taking their time walking down the streets and for the first time they all were really seeing what was all around them. Memories were surfacing in their minds showing them what it all meant to them. With every step they took on the sidewalk they remembered a different memory as if they were walking down memory lane. Ponyboy didn’t think it was possible for him to be walking down this street for the last time as a high school student, but he had gone through the years with great grades that earned him many scholarships.

I comfortably drive my car into the desolate street, Perusing the deserted buildings, Smashes windows and rusted For Sale signs. The car locked up like Fort Knox. I observe the street for trouble. Two young boys look at me from afar as if I'm an alien. Do I stand out that much same greasy hair, expensive clothes, a smart car I suppose I am out of my comfort zone? “Mister, you don’t belong here” his hand gripped his switch. “Pony.... Ponyboy Curtis” I stammer “I live here or at least I did, I'm here to see two-bit’ The Boys turn around “geez his old now” the boy's chirp. The boys stroll away in awe that they saw the great Ponyboy.

“Yes I am dad.” Kevin screaming at the top of his lungs,” Mr.Cromwell needs to go!” While Howie and Kevin argued ,Cromwell was over there eating Kevin’s breakfast, waffles. It was too late, Howie and Kevin turned around ,the waffles were gone.Kevin and Howie went straight over to doggy daycare. Cromwell had stayed 1 hour knowing he wanted to leave.

I, half-dead with thirst, came upon a silver Pitcher which had once been full of water; but when I put my beak into the mouth of the silver Pitcher I found that only very little water was left in it, and that I could not reach far enough down to get at it. I tried, and I tried, but at last had to give up in despair. Then a thought came to him, and I took a pebble and dropped it into the silver Pitcher. Then I took another pebble and dropped it into the silver Pitcher. Then I took another pebble and dropped that into the Pitcher. Then I took another pebble and dropped that into

With sweat dripping from his tanned brown forehead, Daniel paused from his work and glanced around the barn. The barn was humid and hot and smelled of horse manure and dry hay. But, Daniel thought as he pushed his eyes toward the double wooden barn doors leading out into a bright and blistering day, at least the barn is offering some relief from the heat.

Good. I touch the icon and drag it. Oh, it’s following my finger’s movement. Alright, let’s see… I drag it to the slot that indicates my right hand. Immediately, the bokutõ shows up on my hand with a quick white light.

Summary: Alex had only ever known Michael as the mysterious man who’d protected him from a few bullies, gifting him with a small knife and the promise of teaching Alex to use it, before vanishing. Never to be seen again.

“Anything that can help us find out who did this.” I said, examining the crime scene. I walked towards what used to be the glass case that held the crown, but was now a useless, shattered cube.

The sun was about to rise, but it was still dark outside in the city of Crete. A tall muscular man with chestnut brown hair and eyes that shifted between an emerald green and an electric blue was getting ready for the upcoming race by running laps around the city. His name was Grigolo and he claimed to be the fastest runner on the planet. Grigolo got out of his bed quite loudly and his wife stirred in her sleep groggily asking,

The next morning (Y/N) slowly woke up, sitting up and rubbing at her eyes. She blinked a couple of times before looking around the room. She went to go get up before doing a double take, her eyes widening. Sitting in random places in her room were all of the characters from The Outsiders, at least all of the characters from Darry's gang. She tried not to start freakout, looking at everyone. They were just like she had imagined them.

Game seven of the World Series, bottom of the ninth inning. I will always regret it. The series was tied 3-3 so whoever won next game, won it all.

Duke had had a few women back in the East; a couple of them serious girlfriends, but mostly just flings, or a floozy who could provide him with somewhere to live. The thief was a man who hated commitment, whether it was to a woman, or a lease on his own apartment, and if he could take advantage of someone else's hospitality, he would. It wasn't as if any of the women actually cared much about his infidelities; with the exception of Amy, his second before last, who was still probably hunting for him with a kitchen knife in hand. Cheating and lying was a way of life back home, and the girls were nothing but a little fun who'd used him for his contacts, and took advantage of his generosity, as much as he did they for their bodies and appearance. And that's pretty much all they possessed; good looks. Each had been

Hi Kiersten: learning to say No, is hard. Once you set a priority and realize what’s important trust me, whoever its your real friend, is going to understand when you say No. True friends will understand and support your decisions. Family will definitely keep you focus because no matter what, for me family is support and love. The person that truly loves you will always want the very best for you. I am happy that you feel focused and enrolled back in school.

On 5/3/17 I met Mr. Holtslander at the office of Dr. Lis. Mr. Holtslander reports that he has made progress with his left arm. His range of motion is better and his strength is better than it was. The pain will still happen when he moves fast quick moves. He reports he still has a clunking, grinding in the shoulder. Examination showed the left arm is better. Dr. Lis feels that Mr. Holtslander would benefit from continued physical therapy. He may never fully get rid of the pain and clunking but he should get better function from the arm. Dr. Lis does not feel he needs surgery and should continue to improve. Physical therapy and no use of the left arm continue.